Write, Wrote, Written II discussion

At 36 I should be able to tell what you are feeling. I cannot. I only guess. I hope that you are not lying.

I need an app to analyze your face and your posture. I need it to translate what I cannot read.

Until then I hope that you are honest, that you are saying what you mean.
I know not everyone does. I have had enough lessons to learn.

You don’t understand. I walk in life unable to speak a language everyone was born knowing. You move your lips and you expect me to see emotion. I see your body change throughout our conversation. I watch it shift, and I wonder what I am supposed to know.

All I have are your words.

It is no wonder I prefer email and text. Why everyone complains about miscommunication, I finally feel like I am on an even playing field. If you want me to know you must tell me.

Yet, even I miss being next to someone.

I miss the feel of their skin.

I miss hearing another’s voice.

I miss making someone laugh.

All the while hoping I am doing everything right. I am hoping that their words match what they are trying to say.

Yet, what are my choices?

Do I never trust? Should I stay isolated and alone forever?

Or do I trust always, all the while wondering how truthful you are being.

Any feedback would be appreciated.

Ooh, this is so cool! I usually don't like the "stream of conscious" type writing, but I love what this conveys. It is SO powerful. Great work!

Alex wrote: "Ooh, this is so cool! I usually don't like the "stream of conscious" type writing, but I love what this conveys. It is SO powerful. Great work!"

Thanks!